Men! I swear to a higher power that I think I am going to throw in the damn towel.

I canceled the date with Prof God and he actually was quite gracious about it. Unlike Trucker Dude who has turned into Stalker Dude. I told him I was not interested in seeing him after getting to know him a bit. Today, I get the following text message from this psycho: "So I guess you were just playing games from the start." Hmmm, lets think about this a minute: we exchanged some emails, we chatted a few times, we sent a few text messages, he called my voice mail once. There were no actual dates, no promises made so how in THE HELL was I playing a game??? Do these people not understand the concept of dating????

Then tonight (lets just cap off the damn day right), I had a date with Anti-Engineer. He came over to the apartment for pizza, beer, and a game of Scrabble. It was a nice evening and I had fun. I enjoy his company, he is attractive, smart & witty, but I just don't feel that zing. You know, that feeling you get: your breath catches in your throat when you see or think about the person, that inexorable urge to race through the day to be with that person, the desire to touch and be touched by that person. Zip, zero, nada--not there for me. So there I was, I had two beers and had to take a benadryl to deal with the copious amounts of pollen in the air, when he asks where we are headed....is this a conversation we even need to address at this point...can't we, for crying out loud, just enjoy the the time together and see where it leads naturally? Maybe, I just need some time, maybe the zing will come. Who knows? Why the rush??? So he tells me he is not giving me an ultimatum, but as he walked out the door he said it would be best not to see each other any more if I don't feel the spark.

Well, I am down to just an occasional flirtatious message from Canadian guy and Sci-Fi Guy wants to hang out this weekend....great--more "I am sorry, but I am not feeling the spark" conversation to be had.

Me thinkey me needs some sleep. I have a headache.

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